Blessed Tragedy

chapter Fourteen



Colton taking himself out of commission for a while turned out to be one of the best things that could have happened for the band. My fears about us being so wrapped up in one another we were incapable of doing the work that needed to be done became a non-issue and Colton threw every ounce of pent up sexual frustration into writing as much as possible. The result was a series of hard-hitting songs just enough of a departure from what we'd done in the past that we were all hopeful we had found our golden ticket to the next level.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to the day he told me it was go time and I got to try out his piercing, but in the meantime, I was enjoying the copious amounts of attention he was paying to my needs. I think Colton felt bad for not thinking through his decision and underestimating the recovery time involved and he chose to make it up to me by seeing how much fun we could have without intercourse.

Some nights, it was sweet and romantic; a moonlit walk along the beach, a full service bubble bath or a massage. Other nights, he made it his personal mission in life to give me as many orgasms as possible without penetration. Still, by the day we hit the road to Memphis, I would have considered trading all of those moments for one good, hard f*ck.



“Hey man, are you gonna make use of that bed before we ship out?” Jon asked, slapping the back of Colton's head. Every morning was the same; Jon, Travis and Jared giving Colton shit because he finally had a woman in his life and wasn't able to “use and abuse her.”

“That's between me and Rain. F*ck off.” Every day, Colton saw a little bit less humor in their ribbing.

Travis sat down across the table from us with his plate of pancakes and bacon. “No, I think that's the whole point, man. That's the one thing that apparently hasn't been between the two of you since she got back.”

“Shut the hell up, Trav,” I barked. “Not that it's any of your business but what he's made up for in using and abusing, he's more than made up for in other ways. Amazing ways. Ways I'm pretty sure none of you twisted bastards could even think about pleasing a woman.”

Yeah, I was laying it on pretty thick, but truth be told, I was tired of what was or was not happening in my bedroom being the main topic of breakfast chatter.

“So, did you get Rain a leash to attach to it for when you're out in public? Smart move that way, man. This way she doesn't have to latch right onto your cock to pull you around by the balls and you can have some running room.” I really wondered about Jon's sex life after a week of hearing his suggestions on what could be done with Colt's newest piercing. Honestly, I felt bad for any woman he might wind up in bed with. He really was a depraved man with an active imagination.

Just as he did every morning, Jared sat back and tried to stay out of the back and forth. The poor guy hung around when the rest of the road crew left because Jon and Colton wanted him to work on a few songs and possibly join us on stage during the summer tour. He wasn't a member of the band but he was more than a roadie and that left him in a sort of no-man's land where he no longer fit with anyone.

“Hey Jared, you wanna help me with something?” I had no clue what I was going to have him help me with but he needed a break from these a*sholes. If he didn't get it now, there was no way he was going to make it on the bus.

Colton shot me an inquisitive look. I leaned over and kissed the crown of his head. “Don't worry, just giving him a little space. We'll be back,” I whispered so Jon and Travis couldn't hear. They didn't need to know what was going on and I didn't want them giving Jared shit. Over the past two weeks, he and I had gotten to know one another and he was almost like the little brother I never had.

“Uh, sure.” Jared downed the rest of his coffee and followed me to the garage.

“Grab the keys to the Q7. I'll grab the Challenger. We're going to get the cars cleaned and grab supplies.” Morning and quick thinking were two things that never went hand in hand for me, but both were legitimate errands that needed to be run today.

“Uh, Colt gonna be cool with that?” The boy was cute but damn, if they did bring him into the band fulltime, he was going to have to lose the sweet, innocent boy act. Jon would chew him up and spit him out and then ask what else there was to eat.

“Yes, he'll be fine. That's why you're taking the Q7. We'll hit the car wash first, then Target and the grocery store.”

Shortly after noon, I sent Jared back to the house with everything that needed to be thrown into one of the rental cars so I could finish the rest of my shopping without his company. He was far too sweet and innocent for what I had to pick up. Three stops later and I was headed back to our beachfront sanctuary.

“Hey baby, thought you got lost.” Colt met me in the garage and immediately started trying to grab my bags from the passenger's seat.

“I've got it. You guys get everything loaded into the cars?” I was hoping they hadn't loaded the cars yet. It would be a welcome distraction so I could sneak my purchases into my suitcase without Colton's prying eyes.

“Everything but the food. We decided we're gonna spend one last night here and take off early tomorrow.” Normally, I wouldn't mind him following me, but I really needed a few minutes in the bedroom without him. “It's about eight hours to get up there, so we'll head out by six, get there before three and have some time before we head to dinner with the guys from Virtuality.”

Crouched on the far side of our bed trying to conceal my surprises that would be revealed to Colton over the next few weeks, I glanced up and saw the nearly predatory look in his eyes. He pushed the button lock on the door knob before slinking his way towards the bed.

“That Jon, he's a smart guy.” It took everything I had to keep a straight face. I know he was trying to be sexy and seductive, but he was failing on all counts. His voice rumbled just a little too low, his shifty eyebrows were hysterical and he mentioned another man in the bedroom. Yep, it was a good thing I knew him as well as I did otherwise he wouldn't stand a chance.

“Yeah? How's that?” I asked, climbing onto the bed and crawling towards him drawing inspiration from every B-list porn the guys had watched in front of me over the course of the years.

As Colton started unfastening the studs on his jeans, it became hard to stay in character. “Well, he keeps telling me it'd be a shame to have this big bed and only use it once. I figure we're leaving here in...” he looked down at his watch, “fifteen hours. I intend to use as many of them as possible without leaving this room.”

The mattress sagged as Colton sat on the edge to remove his heavy black boots. I worked my hands under his t-shirt, splaying my fingers across his back. No matter how many times I felt his muscles, I'd never tire of the sensation. Lifting the hem of his shirt, I leaned allowing my mouth to follow the path of my hand; licking, kissing and nipping from his waist to his neck.

Without warning, Colton turned on the bed turning me so I landed flat on my back. “Easy killer, we've got all night.”

It didn't matter to me that we had fifteen hours; I'd been waiting three long, agonizing weeks to feel Colton inside of me. And while I'd only heard about having sex with a man whose cock was pierced, I was definitely looking forward to knowing firsthand if it was everything it was made out to be.

I reached between our bodies, undoing the last three buttons on his fly. Pushing Colton's jeans down his slender hips, I was pleased to see that he was still going commando. “So, did you throw out all of your boxers or what?”

“You complaining?” He asked, wrapping his fingers around the back of my neck pulling me in for a kiss. He gently bit my lower lip, drawing it into his mouth, causing me to mewl softly. As his tongue slid into my mouth, caressing my own tongue, he groaned deepening the kiss.

With my mouth otherwise occupied, I moved my hand between his legs to show my approval of his choice in underwear, or lack thereof. His body tensed as I wrapped my fingers around the base of his semi-hard cock and began stroking the length of his shaft. When I reached the head, I took a moment to acquaint myself with the silver balls on either end of his piercing.

“F*ck!” he moaned, “You keep doing that and I'm gonna bust a nut in your hand.”

“Feel good, does it?” I asked innocently.

His body shuddered as I continued running my finger around the bead on the tip of his now rock hard penis. “F*ck,” he groaned again, barely able to get out that single word. “Baby, you have to stop. It feels f*cking amazing.”

With shaking hands, Colton pulled my jeans and purple silk panties to my ankles in one swift motion. He was worked up to the point I half expected, and partly hoped, he would pin me to the bed and pound into me. Instead, his fingers kneaded their way up my hips until his thumbs met at the apex of my thighs, drawing my lips apart to reveal my swollen *oris.

While he worked my * with one hand, the other slid through my wet folds until he reached my entrance, filling me first with one finger, then another, and finally he was burying three fingers in my wet p-ssy. Over the course of the previous weeks, he'd become a master at finding my G-spot and gently stroking it until I was just about to climax before pulling out. Then he'd start the tedious process over again, slowly drawing me to the edge of the cliff and retreating until I begged for release. Today was no different.

“Baby, please,” I whimpered. “I want to feel you in me. Please. Oh, God yes! Don't stop...” He leaned over, burying his face between my legs. With the first flick of his tongue against my *, I detonated against his mouth.

While I tried to catch my breath, Colton rolled over grabbing a condom from the nightstand. I hadn't told him that I'd gone to our family doctor when I was home and that thin latex barrier was unnecessary. His eyes widened when I reached for the packet and tossed it onto the floor.

“Are you going to make me beg now? God, I need to be inside you. Now. Please, baby.”

I flipped so I was hovering barely an inch away from his erection. “You want this?” I asked with a husky voice I barely recognized. He gripped my hips tightly trying to move me away from him and his eyes grew wide when I resisted. “You sure you want this?” I taunted.

“Dammit, yes. Now get the f*cking condom.” Sensing that his patience was wearing thin, I reached between my thighs quickly guiding him to my entrance.

Moans of ecstasy filled the room as I lowered myself onto him in one swift motion. “Holy hell!” He gasped, “Baby, you feel...oh sweet Jesus...Rain, you have to...” I gently raised my body until only the head of his cock remained inside of me and slammed down again, feeling the metal bead massaging my inner walls until he was buried to the hilt. “Baby...condom...” his words were breathless and barely audible over my own noises.

“Surprise baby, I took care of that.” I smiled, remembering how he'd bemoaned the fact that he couldn't feel my skin against his that first time. The look on his face morphed from confusion to sheer ecstasy.

“Are you serious?” He asked, his body now thrusting to meet mine. I could tell he was getting close and shifted my weight so we would come together.

“As a heart attack. Got the shot while I was home.” My breathing quickened as I rode him fast and hard, my own climax building around his throbbing cock.

Colton pulled my face to his, our lips crashing against one another in a frenzied kiss. The feel of our bodies grinding against one another as our tongues tangled together sent me higher until I came around him, clenching hard around him until I felt him jerk and release inside of me.

We laid there, breathless and motionless trying to recover. His arms held me tight against his chest, his fingers brushing the top of my ass.

Finally, Colton cocked his head to the side. “Worth the wait?”

“Oh, hell yes,” I sighed still unable to think straight. If we stayed in the bedroom as long as he promised, I wasn't going to be able to walk tomorrow.

“Good.” Very slowly, he lifted me off of him. The feeling of the curved barbell dragging against my over-worked muscles had me whimpering in combined pleasure and torture.

“Take a nap, baby. It's going to be a long night.” He kissed the top of my head as he rolled out of the bed.

I wanted to protest, to tell him to stay but I knew he was right and I knew neither of us would sleep if we were in the bed together.

When Colton came back to the room, the sun was already setting on the horizon. I didn't want to think about how much I was going to miss the view from the beach house. I simply had to hold onto the hope that if everything worked out like Colton was certain it would, we'd be able to come down here often on our downtime.

Making good on his promise we were going to spend most of our time left in the bedroom, Colton brought sandwiches, fresh fruit and bottled water with him when he came to wake me. We enjoyed our light meal on the balcony listening to the waves rolling onto the sand.

It would have been easy to forget we were sharing a house with four other men if not for the sounds of an impromptu jam session taking place below us.

“Should we head down there?” I asked, knowing we had to be back on stage in less than forty-eight hours.

“No. Jon was pretty clear that he doesn't want to see us until tomorrow morning.”

I placed my hand in Colton's following him back to the bedroom. Any other time, I might have put up a fight about holing up before we hit the road. Tonight, there was nowhere else I wanted to be than the four walls surrounding us.